Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.